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The Hour of Need
OH MAN I AS JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU THE OTHER DAY!!!!
//Oh geez you were thinking about me? That's...unexpected, is the best word I can use.
Bard hugs the gargoyle happily with many a happy honk! They are glad Galio is back! (tenderofthecosmos)
The Gargoyle looks at Bard with a glowing gaze. “I assume you missed me, though you should know I did not leave. I never could. I have been here all along, in the shadows.”
//Return to your home, you feel like you belong
❛ if the world gets too COLD and lonely, then don’t worry, i’ll protect you.
"Smile."
“And why would that be?”
The Gargoyle looked down at the other with bright blue eyes and a seemingly goofy smile, but it was just how his face was sculpted. “Because when you smile, this place always seems more beautiful.”
The compliment was met with deafening silence. Karthus merely reclined on his throne, claws idly digging small grooves into the side of his throne. Surely, a habit of sorts.
“What could interest you so that you resort to flattery? Certainly you know better than to believe it would work.”
The Gargoyle let out a light chuckle at the others response. Even his chuckle was threatening as the voice echoed with a terrifying quality. “Perhaps I thought I’d get you for once.” The beast flapped his heavy wings, lumbering forward to face the throne. He bowed his head heavily. “You used to smile all the time.”
"Smile."
“And why would that be?”
The Gargoyle looked down at the other with bright blue eyes and a seemingly goofy smile, but it was just how his face was sculpted. “Because when you smile, this place always seems more beautiful.”
She keeps herself from staring too much–nor even cast a flitting gaze but that thought seemed impossible as ambers trails from the creatures visage–to wings, then to body– mesmerized and feeling rather perplexed that such a creature had existed. She was so sure that she was staring at a statue a few minutes earlier. Now, that statue seemed to speak… How strange.
“–If you don’t mind me questioning–What are you?”
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The large beast looked down to the Warrior with a seemingly mindless glare, but he was analyzing her with his fixed gaze. Where she found herself uncomfortable to stare at him, he stared with glowing, blue eyes,gauging the other’s abilities. “I suppose that question could be answered in more ways than one, depending on who you ask. I am an Abomination, a Failure, a Protector of the Weak, a Guardian of the Dead, a Monster.” His stoic face twisted into what resembled a toothy grin as he stretched his wings out. “Though considering you asked me, the answer I must give is that I am just a bunch of Stone, forged to life, if one could call it that.”
The gargoyle sat atop the roof, above a marketplace in Demacia, a glowing gaze fixated on the human traffic below. He hated this building, the spot was right above a fruit stand, and the sweet smell made him feel weak, helpless. But while he hated it here, one could always find the Sentinel here when he was in town, for it was the only place that made him feel alive. The overwhelming scent caused the look on his face to sour as Blue eyes dimmed, reminiscing about what could have been.
The feeling of heartbeat was abnormal to the Gargoyle, it was one of the things he had never been able to truly experience, yet somehow he missed the touch. Something foreign, yet beautiful. The one thing that truly separated him from life. He opened his eyes as he felt the gentle warmth disappear slowly. As his thoughts of his father's final moments faded from his mind, he lost his only connection to life he had ever felt. He would never truly feel the same.
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League OC Challenge Day 7
Bilgewater: Elijah Dregs
Elijah Dregs was born blind, poor, and abandoned at the age of 5 after proving a burden to care for by his Mother. It was then that he was picked up by a slaver and forced to work on a ship under horrid conditions. He participated in a mutiny at the age of 18, but it was quickly stifled, and the blame was passed onto the Young man. He was beaten an inch from his life and left to die and rot on the Beach.
He was found, lying there, by an old woman who nursed him back to health with strange magic. When he awoke, he was amazed to find that he could see for the first time in his life. The woman entered the room and explained that the vision was only a temporary side-effect from the Hoodoo. As she spoke, his vision faded to nothingness again.
Elijah pleaded for the secrets of her magic so he could see again, and she agreed to teach him on one condition. Without hesitation, he accepted, feeling any consequence was worth the power he would provided with. He trained for years under the old witch doctor, learning to wield the dark magic with relative ease.
One day the Woman told him it was time to pay up for what he had been taught. She performed a ritual, one where he was the target, and revealed a strange liquid he had never seen before, black as night but looking as if it was almost alive. Instructed to sit still, he waited as she poured the liquid on his head.
The substance burned him, eating at him like acid, but he sat still and endured it for his master. His skin cracked and fell away from his body as the substance took it’s place, oozing down further. He pushed his master off, knocking the liquid out of her hands. She cursed his impatience when his mind switched off. When he regained consciousness, he heard her groaning in pain to and found that her entire lower half was missing.
She spoke sporadically, saying things that the transformation wasn’t complete and that the spirit was unstable in him. He felt his body: Hardened flesh with pulsating cracks, razor-sharp teeth protruding from his chest and face, and a long snaking tongue wet with blood. As he thought on it, the monster he had become morphed into human form, his normal body.
Many call him the Demon of Bilgewater, a man with horrifying tattoos that eats the flesh of others to sate his monstrous thirst, Many speculation about the man seem like outlandish rumours, things that one could never believe to be true. The ones who know, any who have seen the beast behind the man, have never lived to preach the truth. It hungers.
“Those who play with the Devil’s Toys will be brought by degrees to wield his Sword.”
❛ breathing you IN when ━━━
i want you OUT. ANEMOI. /proper noun./ (greek mythology.) 1. the four greek gods of the wind.
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League OC Challenge Day 6
Ionia: @the-malevolent-rose
League OC Challenge Day 5
Noxus: Alexio Lindholm
Alexio is a calm and collected man of noble blood, and showed promise as an artist at a young age. Where for many it took years of practice, Alexio seemed to be able to paint masterpieces at the age of 9. Bright, Colourful, something you’d never expect from someone of his age. But the boy was unable to show emotion. even after all of the beautiful pieces he made on canvas, not once had he been able to express the feelings himself.
One day, when he was a young man, Alexio attended a concert showing off to talents of aspiring musicians. Emotional pieces were played, but not even a hint of a smile, a tear, just the same stoic expression he always donned. Until a Young woman came onto the stage, playing the piano with such precision, such perfection, the man could not help but feel his heart beating, This woman had made him feel, and he felt so good. He had to meet her.
When he went backstage after the show, he raced to find the young beauty, the woman he vowed to make his muse. He met with her, trying his best to charm her, but she was in a hurry to leave, promising to meet him later, handing the man a sheet of paper with an address, and a time. He returned home, clutching the paper tightly. inspired by the woman, excitedly awaiting the time when he’d meet her again.
Alexio went to the meeting point, some park bench in the black of night. He waited for hours, staring at the stars, before finally admitting to himself that she wasn’t coming. He went home, his new smile gone as if nothing had happened, and he locked himself in his room with his art supplies, locking the door behind him.
After days of nothing, not even a noise from the room, Alexio emerged wearing an unnerving smile. The pieces he had created were distorted, depicting the Girl in a disturbing fashion. The appalling pictures were all he could draw, wearing the same smile, he had found his muse but lost his edge. He moved out of his parents place to a dirty apartment in the slums, decorating the walls in her visage. He was intent on finding her and showing her what she had done, the beauty he had created was no more, because of her. He wanted to make his paintings real, so that he could go back to the way things were. Before her.